For centuries, I've ruled my kingdom with an iron fist. I've enjoyed torturing souls and demons for the fun of it. I'm the feared and cunning ruler of the underworld. I'm Satan, King of hell.
I've ruled alone for years and yearned to share my thron...
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(Evangelina)
Four days have gone by since we've been kidnapped. Geneieve and I were being held captive by my sociopathic ex-husband. Since I've refused to give in to his affections, he's kept us locked in the attic bedroom. I'd rather be in the same room with my sister than share a bed with that monster.
These past four days have been a nightmare; he kept trying to win my heart again by showering me with gifts and flowers. I've rejected all of them. He's done noble things by bringing us fresh clothes and hygiene products. You are probably wondering why we haven't escaped; he has a handgun by his side 24/7, so if we dared try to run, he would open fire on us. My powers still haven't returned to me, and I couldn't use them to free myself or Gig. I was afraid; Lucifer told me since I've accepted this life, I will start to transition, so how come they aren't working?
Well, powers or no powers, I'll do whatever it takes to free Gigi and me from this maniac.
While rinsing my plate the other day, he held me from behind and kissed my cheek. I kept trying to push him away, but his grip got too tight; he kissed my cheek, leading up to my neck. I was disgusted and never felt so violated. He relented when I embowled him in the chest and stepped on his foot. I ran back to mine and Gigi's room, locked the door, and cried my eyes out with Gigi comforting me.
Today,
Since Michael has let us out of the room to explore the remainder of the house, I've studied his every move. He leaves the car keys on a hook by the door. He goes to bed at precisely 9:30 pm and falls asleep around 10 pm. He keeps his gun by his bedside every night, loaded and locked. I have a plan; tonight, around 10:30 pm, Gigi and I will escape. I'll steal the gun from his bedroom, and we steal the car and make a run for it.
"Lunch is ready, ladies," said Michael
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We went to the kitchen and saw he prepared lunch for us. Everything smelled good; He cooked fish tacos complete with chips. It smelled good and looked good. Gigi and I ate together on the lounge couch, but I moved away when he tried to sit beside me.
"Oh, come on, Lina, don't be like that. You've given me the silent treatment for the past four days; I apologize for kissing you without your consent. You used to love it when I did that," he said
